Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
The screen darkens and my breath catches. The girl reaches for handle and yanks it open.
“RAAAA,” Nate roars from right behind me, grabbing my shoulders and making me jump right out of my skin.
“What the hell?” I screech as I fly to my feet on top of the couch and spin around to face Nate who’s doubled over in uncontrollable laughter. “That wasn’t funny.”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “It really was.”
I prop my hands on my hips and glare at him as I try to calm my racing heart. “I’m going to get you back for that,” I declare.
“Oh, yeah?” he taunts as he turns to face me straight on as a smirk crosses his smug face. “And how the hell do you plan on doing that?”
I don’t even think about it. I just move.
I launch myself over the top of the couch and come flying into his hard body. His eyes widen with shock before he thankfully catches me. My legs wrap around him and try to tackle him to the ground as he attempts to push me off.
Laughter comes ripping out of both of us and for a minute, I forget that this is Nate Ryder, leader of the dickheads and douchebags. “You’re going to regret this,” he teases as he grabs my waist and pushes me away, but I latch onto his shoulders, refusing to let go.
My legs tighten and I pull myself back in before climbing up his body and inconveniencing him as much as I possibly can. “No, you’re going to regret this.”
Nate’s hand comes down over the top on my ribs before the smug asshole laughs a little too hard. “Tell me, babe,” he says. “Are you still ticklish here?”
“Shit,” I grunt before trying to scramble off him. Only now, he’s the one not letting go. How the hell does he remember that I’m ticklish on my ribs?
I get my arms free of him and with the couch right behind me, all I have to do is push back off him which I try to do a second later. My top half goes back over the couch but with my legs still tightly wrapped around him, he tumbles forward with me. “Fuck,” he grunts as we both fall to the massive couch.
I gasp as he comes down on top of me, terrified I’m about to be squished, but he reaches down beside my face and breaks his fall before he does any damage.
My heart races as a breath of relief escapes us both. Within a blink of an eye, the laughter is gone and I realize that I currently have Nate laying on top of me with my legs wrapped around his waist.
Crap.
He freezes, just as I do. Both of us unsure of what’s happening right now. He should be pulling away and trying to get as far away from me as possible, or at least, I should be doing that, yet neither one of us is moving.
He looks down at me with those eyes that I loved as a child and suddenly, his hand is at my face, pushing my hair off my face. He looks confused but still, he doesn’t move.
My hand comes up and I place it against his chest. I feel his heart beat beneath my fingers and there’s no mistaking it, it’s racing just as fast as mine is.
It hits me with a startling realization. I’m crushing on Nate Ryder, and right here, with him laying on top of me, close enough to kiss, I like the idea of it.
His hand on my face curls around the back of my neck as he lowers his face to mine. I close my eyes and then he’s there. His lips press against mine softly and it feels incredible. As my body reacts to his kiss, he begins to deepen it and move a little faster.
My hand slides up his chest and around the back of his neck before I pull him down even closer. I can’t believe how good this is. None of the guys I’ve kissed have ever made me feel quite so… alive.
Every hair on my skin stands at attention and every nerve in my body is on fire. It’s incredible. For him to stop would be criminal.
His hand travels down my body and I can’t get enough. I’ve never felt like this before. I mean, sure, I’ve had guys feel me up, but I’ve never wanted more the way I do right now.
His lips leave mine and I want to cry out until they come down on my neck and I realize I’m a goner. Nate Ryder could ask just about anything from me right now and I’m as sure as hell that I’ll do it.
This is… wow. It’s pure intoxication.
My hand squeezes into the muscle of his back as his lips glide over the sensitive skin of my neck. Holy… Wowza.